The year 1532...
The clanging of swords and sound of the sea crashing filled the air. The ship rocked through the storm as the two enemies raged.
'You will NEVER sail these seas again...DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!' yelled the smarmy old man, reaching for a jar that sparkled green like the northern lights.
'Please' Idira pleaded 'Revanche don't do thi...' Cutting her off, Revanche forcefully opened the jar, creating a pale green swirl of smoke whisking Idira up off of her decayed leather boots. Whispers seemed to be coming from the green swarm, welcoming Idira to hell. In the blink of an eye, the blonde haired girl had disappeared and all Revanche could hear was the sound of the seas. The ancient man shoved the glistening jar into his pocket as the storm completely stopped. He proudly stepped to the helm and sailed into the distance.
'Where am I and what's this mark on my arm..?' asked Idira, getting up off of the cold floor and clutching her sore shoulder.
'Your in hell and that m'lady is the angel mark' answered a young-ish man covered in black lace.
'The angel mark?'
'Aye, it means you are the new angel of hell....'
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The Oceans Cutlass: The Angel Of Hell
AdventureWhen two teenage girls get chosen to free the most famous demon from hell...what challenges will they face? Will they even survive?
